Chapter 6:
Home
The sun began to set as the second day, since Hwoarang had found Kazi, ended. Hwoarang sat on the edge of his bike. He started to get anxious, fidget and squirm. The others waited silently. The only noise was the sound of Hwoarang's girlfriends chattering quietly and the water crashing around the docks.
"Who does that Kazi think she is anyway?" One of the girls said.
"Yeah, I mean, she's not even cool or pretty or anything." Another chatted. Hwoarang heard this and his mind collided with a growing anger. The girls, or his girls, didn't know of Kazi and Hwoarang, and that just made it all the better.
"Wait 'til I get a hold of her. She'll be sorry she tried to take Hwoarang away from us." The third one stated unaware. Just when Hwoarang thought he couldn't take it any more, a blinding light glared at them. After that the sound of a motorcycle was heard as it skidded to a halt sideways up to them. All the girls screamed bloody murder.
"Miss me?" Kazi's voice was heard as she shut off her lights. Hwoarang looked up at her.
"Why did you come back bitch?" One of the girls said.
"What?" Kazi asked her head snapping in her direction.
"You act as if you've never been called a bitch."
"You're such a brave little girl." Kazi stated, slowly getting off of her bike, "It'd be a pity to loose such bravery on account that you have no respect."
"Huh? And what is that supposed to mean?" She dumbly blurted. Hwoarang stood watching, silently. The girl must have noticed Kazi's butterfly knife because of the way her hands shook slightly. Kazi noticed this and pulled it out.
"Hwoarang....." The girl called for him. Kazi kept walking, no faster, no slower. "Asshole." She spat.
"Really?" Kazi said amused. She looked her straight in her eyes; Kazi loved playing pranks.
"You're not taking him away." The girl said desperately.
"Fear....." Kazi's evil grin spread across her face. She held the butterfly knife right up against the girl's cheek. "Fear...... Has its way of a toll. Doesn't it?" Hwoarang didn't know what to think of his sister's new attitude. In his head he was confused and needed answers, but he would soon get them, or so he thought. Kazi let out a small devilish chuckle as she backed up two steps and the girl fell to the ground on her hands and knees.
"Get up." Kazi commanded. The girl was still. "I said, GET UP!" Kazi pushed her with her foot. The girl slumped to the ground, shaking. "Pathetic." Kazi stated as she put the knife away. Kazi looked at Hwoarang, "We need to talk." Was all she said.
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Kazi and Hwoarang arrived at Baek's old Dojo at 12:34 midnight. Kazi looked at the exterior of the old building. Part of it was burned stone and ash, the rest was fine. 'Different......' Kazi thought as they hid their bikes and headed inside. The gang split once inside the building. Kazi stood in awe of the exact same dojo he remembered from her childhood. She ran her right hand along the wall and found herself walking down the hallway again as if she were the same child. She stopped at the third sliding door and looked at it.
"Master......" She whispered, running her fingers lightly over the door.
Kazi opened the door to find her Master's bedroom and training room. The hard wood floors were still polished and an old punching bag was suspended from the ceiling from a large chain. The walls were painted of many pictures, all of them landscapes of beautiful horizons. The pale moonlight that shone through the open door that led outside into a forest. Baek's training uniform was hung on a brass hook, nailed to the side of the wall. Kazi looked about the room. A mattress lay on the floor over near the right corner wall. Next to the mattress was a single cherry-wood chest. Kazi walked slowly around the room stopping by the chest and taking a look inside. Clothes, a brush, and a small locket. Kazi opened the locket. Funny, there were three spots for pictures, but only two were used. An old photograph displayed a picture of a large man and his son, both with brown hair and the same smile. The other was more familiar to her. A young fourteen-year-old redheaded boy stood beside a large brown haired man whose hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Master Baek..... Hwoan-chan......" Kazi whispered. She wished that she would have been there to see that young Hwoarang. She put the locket in her pocket and locked up the chest. She leaned on the open door frame and stared out into the night sky and watched it's sapphire stars shine through the darkness. She sighed, turned and closed the door, and left her Master's room.
Kazi followed the wall further down the hallway and to the right. She found herself in the old locker room. She instinctively stopped in front of her old locker. Surprisingly she remembered the combination. Inside Kazi smiled at the sight of the unusually small training GI she once wore. She took it into her hands and ran her fingers over it. Her old guards and pictures were still there.
She felt Hwoarang's presence near the door. Kazi looked up. Hwoarang smiled.
"It's all there. Everything." He said. Kazi nodded and glanced back at the mini uniform.
"I was so small." Kazi smiled back at him.
"You were." He agreed. They both laughed. Kazi hung it back up and closed the locker.
"Home..." She whispered and left the room with Hwoarang.
